Racisme In the Fridge

A cold breeze goes by me. I’m standing in the corner. The white cheese is standing in the other corner with the jam and the tomato. I know they are talking about me. They don’t like me that much. They call me bad names like brown negro and the black death. I don’t like it. I have no friends nobody talks to me. I had a friend before his name was Sam the milkbox. But the white cheese and the others persuaded him to be on their team. Now I’m all by myself, have no friends.

Now I can see the others coming towards me with the white cheese in the lead. Now I’m scared, they look very mad. “Hey, black boy come here”, the white cheese says. “Why, what do you want from me?” I ask carefully. “We want you out of here”, the tomato says. “What! You want me out of here? I have just as much reason to be here as you”. “No, you don’t, you are black. That’s the biggest reason of them all. You are not like us. You are a monster”. The white cheese is starting to get mad. Now I’m scared, I want to go out. But I’m not going to give up. I run down to the butter, who sleeps all the time. I hide behind him. I can hear them coming. But they pass by. Now I can breath again. I can relax. But I can’t stay here for the rest of my life. I must find out what I’m going to do. Now the butter wakes up. I ask him if he hates me too. He tells me that he has nothing against me. He feels sorry for me. But he is so tired all the time that he has no strength to help me. Now I see that Sam the milkbox comes. I get scared, but I pull myself together. And walk to talk to him. He looks scared to. “Hey, can I talk to you?” I ask him gently. “Yes, that’s alright. But first I have to tell you something. I’m sorry for all the things I have done to you, I really do. I just have no guts to stand up to the others. You understand me, don’t you?” “Yes, I do. But can’t you help me to learn this people a lesson.” I ask. “I really want to do that, but I don’t know if I dare”. “Come on, help me. You owe me that much”. “Yes, I do. So I’m going to help you”. “Thank you so much, thank you. Now we have to find a plan”.

Sam goes to talk to the jam. He tells him that the white cheese had said a lot of ugly things about him. The jam gets angry. Sam persuades him to be on our team. Now he goes to the tomato to do just the same with him. But he didn’t fall for it. But now we are three, or four with the butter. We were ready for fight. We took the white cheese and the tomato and throw them out of the fridge.

Now we live happily ever after in the fridge. A new white cheese is moved in, but he is nice. We are best friends. Sam is married and got a little boy. Everyone lives a good life after all. Or at least to the next morning, when the family ate breakfast.